Weak Class of Anti-Hero

I was staring at that white lock of hair in the mirror, fascinated, when someone rang my doorbell.

I frowned. Who could it be? Ha-Yoon? Min-Soo?

I opened the door.

It was Yoo-Na.

She was standing on my doormat, dressed in civilian clothes, jeans and a simple sweater. She looked... normal. If you ignored the aura of icy power that surrounded her.

She looked at my sweaty face and exhausted expression. "You look great," she said sarcastically.

"What do you want?" I asked, not in the mood for her games.

"We said we needed to make a plan," she replied, her tone becoming more serious. "Or have you already forgotten?"

I had completely forgotten. I had been too absorbed in my training.

I let her in with a sigh. My small apartment seemed even smaller with her inside.

She didn’t waste any time. She took out her terminal and projected the lab’s blueprints in the middle of my living room.

"I’ve been thinking about the physical aspect of the assault," she began, switching directly into mission mode. "Spiritual infiltration is good for reconnaissance. But for the attack, we need a concrete plan."